Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Millionaire

Can I do my

*(Yukmouth)*

on it.

*(Brownstone)*

Oh, oh, ohhh.
Oh, oh, ohh, hey.

1 *(Yukmouth)*

Uh.
Niggaz be havin the fuckin blues,
5-0-5's
I lie,
homicide,
will cry,
pray for me I won't die,
suicide,
I try,
fly,
drive-by,
let it slide, do or die,
you an I, by,
them niggaz off my side,
wit nothin to body die rot,
on porch,
when I some sort of drive-by,
retaliation,
under I lace, MOBBulation,
lets breakin down the situation,
when, the end of our frustration,
so while we down the block, wit a thirty-eight, an glock,
the is waitin to umm,
on yo vehicle,
run yo vehicle,
even if they to gun down yo vehicle,
nigga, up in high-speedaz,
police they be the Bico train,
in an outta lanes,
runnin O-H-A,
what they away,
eh, though, eh, way,
pistol,
every mutha wanna peep.

x2 *(Brownstone & Yukmouth)*

Millionaire!
Dreams of big play.
Ever a sad millionaire?
I thought that make us happy.

2 *(Yukmouth)*

if I was a millionaire,
huh,
a playa on the block,
that a mac daddy, drivin a black Caddy stop,
strap happy,
'cause niggaz all my rocks,
yo gats at me,
I don't know uzis to yo knot,
fo wit the big shot,
I was juss droppin g bannos on the ground,
be down,
one of my shit, an get shot,
only the baddest jock,
get chosen,
shouts,
for out there who be voguin,
on the of poppa,
brand new hundred billz, an a choppa,
niggaz strapped fo real, like Chubacca,
who got the gonga,
'cause I be like phone doctor,
on vodka,
eatin lobster, bumpin Sinatra,
be the MOBBsta, who shot ya,
like Blanca,
come back in the end juss to ya,
plus I twist a Benz Big Poppa,
what's the big use,
go get yo an do what ya gots to be a,
playa.

x2

3 *(Yukmouth)*

Uh.
You niggaz juss a monsta,
fuck a type, I gonga,
in the Bahammas,
yo baby mama,
(whoo,wee!)
two wow, you wow,
man,
who wow "Bout it, it",
niggaz be they be the Ice Cream Man,
but I it, doubt it,
be rowdy,
hit the paper clout it,
sky up out the ugly day la-la-by yo Cuttie like a ballot,
blunts, an crunchin weed, sex,
fresh outta rehabs,
spend two g's at every I be at,
that, BITCH!!
Ya is Smoke-A-Lot,
bitches by the throat-a-lot,
that's what ya the cops,
I the glock,
aim it an fire,
another nigga,
nameless,
is fo hire,
desire fire,
as I'm a tuck her,
we're so "potnaz", fuck 'em,
an dust em off wit a choppa, I can't 'em,
gotta 'em,
too skinny I trust 'em,
an when the mutha fuckaz got meal tickets you might to love 'em,
an fo real.
Nigga.

x5

*(Yukmouth during chorus)*

all this fuckin money, an still ain't happy. Nigga, still got
problems wit stress, mutha fuckaz juss you got it made, they try
to rob you an shit, yo own potnaz in the juss wanna love you. Fuck
money, I wish I didn't have it, when I didn't have it it was all
good, niggaz loved me when I was drinkin brew an shit at the store.
Now ya got money everybody wanna kill me, nigga, ya own wanna
do you, skanless boy, this is Skrillion, make a million bucks.
Millionaire.